Ankyra Sound A place for my head.

He'd got her snared to the idea of leadership, which thrilled him more than it should have. That defiant look was scrumptious; he felt a sudden hunger — maybe for her, maybe for power, maybe it was really a small aneurism forming in his stupid head, who knows. But her agreement was met with a bigger grin, and he opened his mouth to say something — Good, then lets --- at that precise moment a call rose in the air, and as it funneled through the grotto's gaping stone maw, he was cut off.

It sounded like Vaati calling for -- Rosalyn. She was home. He flashed a look at Yami as he side-stepped around her, rushing outside even though his body was protesting against his movement, he was still aching from the beat-down. With a muffled exclamation (Oh, shit.) Firefly stood outside of the grotto and side-eyed Yami, wondering how she'd take the issued challenge. A part of him should've been worried for the matron but after having his ass thoroughly bludgeoned, Firefly assumed Ros could take care of herself.

But if she couldn't, that meant a lot was about to change.